azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

50 cent – niggas be scheming lyrics

Loading...

[hook: 50 cent (kidd kidd)]
n-ggas be schemin’, fiendin’
to cut your jooks, take off the hook
i come through there, look how they look
i’m ridin’ leanin’, they dreamin’
they do me dirty if they could
i’m lookin’ like i wish you would (try me, go ‘head, try me)
n-ggas be schemin’, dreamin’ (try me have you hooked to i-v)
n-ggas be schemin’, dreamin’

[verse 1: kidd kidd]
mad n-ggas wan’ do me dirty, i’m fresh out the tub
you move like a snail you deserve to catch a slug
man i wake up huggin’ my b-tch
one with that extended clip, not the one that i’m with
if you all made man, then you know sh-t real
they got change on lil mike, i ain’t trynna see him k!lled
i told ’em that’s my cuz, i don’t wanna see nothin’ happen to him
cause when i start spittin’ at ’em, i ain’t rappin to ’em
now i’m jumpin’ in that water like a diver
six shot survivors, school of hard knock scholars
these n-ggas ain’t riders, they hiders, they cowards
i feel like 50, hold power of a dollar
i told my n-gga give me one of them bullet-proof trucks
i want you dumb enough to try and shoot it up
i’m lookin’ at the n-gga lettin’ off
wait until you finish the clip, laugh then pulled off

[hook]

[verse 2: 50 cent]
it sounds like a nightmare, i graduated from fightin’
play the projects faster than the 32 man indictment
see my baby blue ferrari make ’em feel like the virus
in they stomach, i keep it one hundred, i make ’em vomit
i got a code name for straps, sacks in the trumpet
i get to blowin’, the ears will ring for days when i dump it
my bullet wounds call ’em beauty marks
and my ho we don’t talk to narcs
so the first 48 the clock tickin’, the plot thickens
the charge, cocaine possession, i’m creepin’ with a firearm
the d’s don’t even wanna see me, with a firearm
before i go back again, i’mma let it off
they ain’t got to pop first, f-ck that i’mma set it off
i need a mental eval, somethin’ wrong with my brainwaves
i’m rich as a motherf-cker still ridin’ with a ak
picture me comin’ through lettin’ a n-gga play me
when i got all this bread, b-tch it’s off with ya head, asap

[hook]

[verse 3: kidd kidd]
i had to be slippin’ to let this clown hit me up
now i gotta walk around with this sh-t bag for months
now i don’t give a f-ck ’bout a b-tch or a n-gga
startin’ to treat my own brothers like they just another n-gga
my clique got smaller and my clips got bigger
condom on my heart, motherf-ck your feelings
they call me superman see i ain’t supposed to walk
better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork, off

[verse 4: 50 cent]
see they ain’t real as they seem and they schemin’
they fiendin’ and dreamin’, they geekin’ and creepin’
they hear tires screechin’, infrared beamin’
n-ggas head leakin’, what the f-ck was he thinkin’?
sounds of police, momma signin’ new leases
you know you got to relocate her when you beefin’
i guess you’re here for a real reason
rah got hit like you got hit, but he ain’t f-ckin’ breathin’

[hook]